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nd took a bite at once.She whimpered softly, her small hands fumbling in his dark hair. Her fingers spread and clenched, unsure whether to push him away or press her palm against his head, holding him...had nothing to do with him; why bother himselfThe little woman in his arms, seeing his approval, beamed with delight, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, radiating a captivating charm.He lowered hi...